He shook his head. “Never had a broken bone before. This hurts like you wouldn’t believe.”
She patted his shoulder. “It’s going to get worse before it gets better.”
Dwayne’s eyes widened. “Hey, you know I can wait ’til we get to a hospital.”
She smiled at him. “That might be a while, considering the circumstances. And the way your arm is swelling, it would be best if we do this now. The longer we wait, the worse it will get.” She began spreading the supplies out on a plastic bag. “Trust me. A little pain now for a lot more relief in a little bit.”
Fisher shot a worrying glance at Mitch. “Does she know what she’s doing?”
Mitch shrugged. “Beats me, bro,” he said. “But I can tell you from experience, the best docs I ever had were field medics in the military, so, take that for what it’s worth.”
Fisher inhaled deeply and blew it out. “Okay, then. What the hell. Let’s do this.”
“That’s my boy.” She patted his shoulder as she sat him on the ground. “Now, lucky for you, you only broke your ulna. Had it been the radius, you’d be in a lot worse trouble,” she commented as she prepared a hypodermic needle.
“Aw, do I have to have a shot?”
“Trust me,” she winked slyly. “You’ll wish I had given you two of these in a minute. But we’re going to need you to walk out of here, so this is all you get.” She stuck the needle in his arm and he winced, then he hissed as she depressed the plunger.
“That burns.”
“Only for a moment,” she said softly. “Tell me when it stops hurting.” She began opening other packages. She pulled out a flat metal bar and curved it slightly with her hands. She had him hold his arm out and shaped it to fit his arm with it bent slightly.
Fisher’s eyes got somewhat glassy and he smiled at her. “You’re pretty.”
Olson glanced at Mitch. “I think it’s kicked in,” she said with a smile. “I’m going to need your help.”
Mitch shrugged. “How can you tell?” He stepped over closer. “He’s right. You are pretty.”
With that comment, she blushed and turned her face from him. She had to concentrate on what she was doing for a moment and told Mitch to hold Fisher down. She explained they would need to ‘pull’ his arm from the wrist and sort of ‘stretch’ it so that when it was released, the bone would go back into its original place. She also explained this would hurt. A LOT. And even though she had given him a pain killer, he would come unglued.
“As big as he is, and as strong and muscular as he is, I don’t know if I can do it,” she admitted softly.
Fisher giggled and stared at her chest. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Mitch gave him a dirty look. “You mean like this?” He placed a foot on Fisher’s chest and grabbed his arm, jerking it hard and straight up until the man howled, then he snapped it back.
Fisher appeared to pass out from the action. Olson stared at him a moment, slightly in shock from the speed and fluidity of his movement, but she nodded her head. “Yeah. Exactly.” She swallowed hard, then stared at Mitch. “Can you sit him up? Gently?”
Mitch smiled. “That I can do.”
She held Fisher’s arm while Mitch sat him up on the ground. She placed a thick pad under his arm, then the bent metal bar under his elbow, and had Mitch hold it in place while she began wrapping it with an ACE bandage. It took three to properly wrap his large arm, but when she was done, she was pretty proud of the work. “I think that will do it.”
Mitch looked at her and smiled. “Not bad. Only one problem, Doc.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I ain’t carrying his big, dumb ass out of here.”
She chuckled and pulled up a small vial. Cracking it under Fisher’s nose and waving it, he jerked away from her, coughing. She looked at Mitch. “Smelling salts.”
Fisher tried to wave her away with his broken arm and snapped instantly awake. “Ow, sonofasmokinwhoreinchurch!”
Mitch laughed at the outburst and let the man go. Fisher caught himself and sat on the ground, woozy. “What the hell?” He was obviously still very woozy.
“We need to go,” Candy said.
“My head is spinning. I can’t move,” Dwayne said as his eyelids tried to flutter shut.
A scream in the woods behind them shattered the stillness of the night. Mitch was instantly up and with pistol drawn. “You best get your ass up or I’m leaving you as a distraction!”
Fisher was rolling to his side and fighting to get his feet under him. “I hear you,” he cursed as he staggered up. “Son of a…I can barely move.”
“I got you.” Candy slipped his good arm over her shoulder. “We need to get moving.” She directed him back to her ATV and helped him on it. “Can you hang on?”
He nodded tiredly, but she wasn’t sure. She punched him in the shoulder and he stared back at her. “Ow.”
“But can you hang on?” she asked as Mitch straddled his own ATV and fired it up.
“I guess I better, or Billy Badass there is going to use me as crazy-bait,” Dwayne said. “As much as I enjoy wrassling with big-tittied, naked women, that one will kick my ass and eat me for a midnight snack.” He shook his head groggily and stared at Candy a moment in shock. “Sorry. I blame the drugs you gave me. Normally, I wouldn’t…I mean. I blame you.”
Candy rolled her eyes and jumped on the ATV. She fired the engine and gunned the accelerator, pulling out ahead of Mitch, with Dwayne hanging on for dear life.
Bill and Jason hadn’t driven far before encountering a car on the side of the road. Jason sat up straighter in the seat of Bill’s
